and made her eyes a shade lighter

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This guy is online talking that he works for the “DPC” department (I think he means DCP, Disney Consumer Products but he keeps saying the wrong thing) and posting traced artwork to look like he’s designing concepts for marketing. Sorry to get people scared of a whitewash scare coming straight from official places and that is not the case. I am fine with this continuing to be spread around cause hopefully this guy gets a C&D for his nonsense, but I am not in any way encouraging people to attack him. I’m trying very hard to ignore him on Twitter because he is blaming me for bringing people at him over this. He deleted some photoshopped posts after I told him what site he edited them on, I’m honestly suprised he hasn’t blocked me yet.

This guy designs artwork for Disney consumer products… And I don’t care if he was just throwing together a quick practice piece. The color of the clothes, hair, and eyes are accurate enough, so why would you grab such a light color for her skin and shade it and everything as if he just slapped it on last minute without a second thought? I’m not saying he intentionally/maliciously made her lighter but he in fact made her significantly inexcusably lighter. I find it odd that he explains to others that the skin tone can be changed or whatever to imply he’s fiddling with it but then defends the color to me by saying she’s not suppose to look like Tiana… UMM OK? This is annoying af. [x]

The Face of Anne Boleyn

In 1532 a Venetian ambassador to the court of Henry VIII described Anne Boleyn as  “not one of the handsomest women in the world. She is of middling stature, with a swarthy complexion, long neck, wide mouth, bosom not much raised, and in fact has nothing but the King’s great appetite, and her eyes, which are black and beautiful.”

It is true that Anne was never praised as a great beauty, but it was not so much her outward appearance which made the King fall for her. Anne had a remarkable wit. She was well educated and had honed her skills of flirtation and charm during her time at the French court.In the generations following her death, Anne was romantically portrayed as a raven haired vixen with smoldering black eyes. While her eyes were dark and quite striking, Anne’s hair was more likely a lighter shade of brown (some theorize that she may even have been a redhead) and, although only one contemporary image of her survives, her face was probably not considered the most beautiful in England. 

Personally, I am of the opinion that Anne was not altogether what we would call “ugly” but rather that she did not fit with the beauty standards of Tudor England. She had olive skin, dark eyes, and was very slender with a small bosom. The Tudors preferred women to be of fair complexion and buxom of figure. Regardless of whether or not she met the criteria for the ideal Tudor lady, it was still ultimately Anne Boleyn’s mind and not her face that made her so extraordinary.

jungle girl//ch

A/N: I read an amazing jungle boy calum which you can find here, and it inspired me for this one!


“There, that should do it” I muttered, streaking the remaining mud on my hands onto my sister’s forehead. 

She smiled and I could see all of the child like excitement in her eyes. For 11 years she was extremely bright, and she had decided from an early age that she wanted to be a hunter, like me. The hardest part for her was waiting until she became of age, so today – the day after her birthday – I finally gave in to her pleas to teach her. I took a step back and made her do a turn for me, making sure she was properly camouflaged. Her hair was a few shades lighter than mine, so I had to slick it back with mud, covering most of her face with it as well. She had on a rudimentary skirt of animal skin tied around her waist and a sash of forest leaves hung across her chest. She looked cute, but I knew within a few years her angelic face would be replaced with a ferocious one, like mine had a few years ago. 

“How come I can’t look like you Y/N” she whined as I started putting mud on my face. 

“Because you’re not an experienced hunter yet. With time and experience you’ll be able to dress yourself, but for the mean time you’ll have to just trust me.” 

Her shoulders slumped only slightly, but picked up when I told her to make sure her bow was ready. I finished with my mud markings: stripes across my cheeks and from my forehead down to my chin. One last check as I made sure the animal hide covering my breasts was secure and the one around my waist was just as tight. I had adapted my attire for hunting after several experienced mistakes. After being spotted by a jaguar and being chased, I would have gotten caught if I hadn’t jumped off the nearby waterfall. After that experience I made sure there were long slits in either side of my makeshift skirt so running was easier, and I wrapped a strip of hide over my breasts as I found they got in the way and hindered my movements. So now I had perfected your attire, and I finished my cameo with sprigs of leaves in  hair. My hair was dark like the deepest cave, and wilder than the coursing river. The curls and coils were long and unruly, so when I stashed leaves and twigs inside then my face was all but swallowed and thus unnoticeable. 

I grabbed my bow and arrows and slung them across my body, and put my knife in the side of my wrapped skirt. “Nia, c’mon we’re going to head out!” I called. 

“Right here!” She sprang up right beside me, giving me a fright. 

“Save it for the jungle you dung beetle,” I teased, lightly bumping her with my hip. She stuck out her tongue at me, but followed me into the dense foliage. 

We chatted quietly when we were still in earshot of our community, but as soon as we passed the tree I had marked for reference, I quickly quieted down. I put my finger to my lips, signalling that we were not to talk from this point on. Even if she didn’t actually do any serious hunting today (which was probably the most likely scenario) there were still bigger and fiercer predators in the jungle, so we could never be too careful. I made sure to warn her about foreigners. 

“Nia you should never approach them, they are greedy and conniving. They will take you away to sell you or try to exploit you or our community. They are not to be trusted,” I said vehemently, “Do you understand?” She nodded, eyes wide with fear, but I wasn’t sorry, she needed to be wary. 

Foreigners were rare when I was her age, and I had only seen a small group of them from afar, but these days they frequented our surroundings more and more. They were loud and brazen, and had no respect for the forest in which they were trespassing. Most of the foreigners spoke English, a language very different from our own. However our grandmother, as well as the rest of the elders, insisted we all learn it due to the increased run-ins with them, so we would be able to speak up and advocate for our land and our home. I was more or less fluent, but Nia was still learning. So today I spoke in our mother tongue so she would understand this crucial first lesson. 

We came to a small patch of tall grass, where I knelt down and Nia did the same. “Okay, so today you’re just going to practice your bow skills on trees. You have to build up your marksmanship and your accuracy before you try to hunt your prey.” I whispered her all of the words of warning that had been passed down through generations of hunters, and showed her how to hold her bow and how to breath and focus her energy. Once I felt that her posture and general form was adequate enough, I nodded and she followed me once again into the forest. 

We walked some miles in silence, save for a few moments where I pointed out which plants were poisonous and which plants healed, both of which were advantageous while hunting. I spied a tree with low hanging fruit and I stopped abruptly. Worried, Nia stopped as well and stepped behind me, but I turned and smiled. 

“Okay, this will be our first practice. Your goal is to pierce a fruit and pin it to the tree” I swiftly crouched and got my bow, took an arrow and let it soar through the air, smiling as it pierced the 2 fruits I aimed for and hit the tree. “Like that” I smirked. 

My sister rolled her eyes, “Showoff” she muttered. I grinned for a moment before getting serious again. 

“Okay now remember what I showed you, good…..just like that…” I spoke softly but firmly, making sure her form was perfect before giving her an arrow. “Alright, remember to breathe in……hold it….one two three…..breathe out and release.” She followed my instruction but just as she was exhaling she squeaked and let the arrow fly into obscurity. “Nia what was that!” I scolded. 

“I felt something bite me! There was –” But her explanation was interrupted when we heard a loud yelp coming from the left of us. 

“OW WHAT THE FUCK!” Oh no….. “SON OF A BITCH LUKE HELP ME GET THIS OUT!” 

“Y/N what was that?” Nia looked terrified but I had to investigate, I knew that it was probably the arrow that landed in a rather undesirable place. 

I put my bow and arrows beside my sister, “Nia stay here, don’t move unless I tell you to, understand?” She nodded and I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before I made my way to the source of noise, which was only becoming louder. 

I ran until I spotted a group of 3 people about 5 feet away. They were very large, and all yelling. I could see one with hair dark like mine, but much much shorter. He was by far the loudest one, but I immediately understood when I saw the familiar arrow protruding from his arm. The other two guys were yelling just as loudly, visibly panicked and not at all helping. I made my way closer, pulling out my knife just in case. This boy needed help, because the way the arrow had gone in it wasn’t easy to just rip out. I knew I could help him, but I also knew that risked my safety as well as Nia’s. But his screams of pain were becoming unbearable, so I carefully stepped out of the foliage and into view. They didn’t notice me at first but once they did, the screams got louder (if that was even possible). 

“Get away! Stay back!” 

“Don’t kill us!” 

“LUKE TAKE THIS FUCKING ARROW OUT OF MY ARM!”

“Stop! Stop! I can help!” I tried to yell over them but it was no use, so I marched up to the tall broad boy with hair like the burnt sand and punched him in the side, catching him as he collapsed and laid him on the ground as he struggled to breathe. 

“Luke holy shit! Are you okay!” The injured boy yelled at his friend despite his own injury. I looked at the other one but he had shut up immediately after seeing me take down the blond one - Luke -  although his eyes were screaming in fear. 

“Stop! Please! I can help!” I yelled again, this time lowering my knife and carefully approaching. The boys had simmered but were looking at each other nervously. I sat down and motioned for the two to join me, “Come. I can take it out” I said. They were frozen to their spots, but I was growing impatient. 

“Sit! Now! Before it gets worse!” 

That did the trick as they hurriedly sat in front of me, watching my every move. “Arm.” The injured boy held out his arm with a choked cry, clearly in pain. I saw that the arrow was crooked, but it was only a flesh wound. I took out my knife which made the boys flinch. 

“Please don’t cut off my arm” he pleaded, still in a frenzied shock. 

I rolled my eyes before holding out the animal hide of my skirt. I made another 2 long cuts in the side to cut off 2 long strips. Putting my knife in my teeth I worked quickly. In a minute I had taken out the arrow and wrapped the strips of hide tightly around the wound. After I was finished I picked up the arrow and quietly made my way back. 

“Wait!” I heard loud footsteps behind me and I turned to see the boy behind me, holding his arm and out of breath. I stopped and looked at him warily, but he put up his hand in defence. 

“I just wanted to thank you……My name is Calum by the way” His eyes were a brilliant brown, so warm and sincere, that I let my expression soften and I smiled softly at him. 

“You’re welcome Calum,” I said, before turning away. But he grabbed my arm and out of habit I grabbed my knife and had it at his throat in 0.5 seconds. He all but jumped and after I realized he didn’t mean any harm I lowered my knife. 

“S-Sorry, I-I uh, I just wanted to know if I can see you again?” he asked.

I paused before answering, “No.” I felt a wave of sadness as I watched his face crumble slightly, but I knew that I couldn’t jeopardize the safety of my community. “I’m sorry….” I added softly. I was a few steps ahead of him when I heard him yell again. 

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!” 

“Y/N.” I called back, and ran into the trees. 


part 2 here 

A/N: woowoowow this was long but I hope you liked it! my masterlist is here